Sun Mote Copse CMOT Dibbler

"It is lovely," Wraen praised Avery. "Another time you can tell me all about it," she let the girl go, which was evidently something she wished to do very much now. "Sugar glider is into plants - I should have guessed. She tends for the graves, doesn't she?" this was a second-hand piece of knowledge from the disdainful report of Elfie. She had gone afterwards to take a look to make sure that he kept his promise now not to meddle in the business of others and found all in neat order. 

"Yeah - it seems to have affected the whole area. I spoke with Eljay the other day - he had not found any fresh tracks either," when was it - yesterday or before. The danger of food going scarce was looming in the distance like a dark and ominous cloud. "We will have to go and scout for smaller things. Perhaps, we can make the best of the recent quakes and trembles," she speculated.

"Lagomorphs are still around - there seems to have been a good crop this year, if you know, what I mean," she told him with a smile. "And I thought about going out and scouting for some beaver dams. And if all else fails, we will have to kill a bear in his sleep. If they go to sleep at all," she finished with a bit of dark humour, thought it was still a valid option.